Used to make up all that shit 'cause I was insecure
So insecure, now that I'm not insecure
Expensive diamonds on my wrist
I don't know your name (Oh, yeah)
She look at my neck, yeah, and it's glistenin' (Oh, oh)
Look at the pain inside my heart (Oh) and it's blisterin'
But the (Oh, yeah) rings on top my fingers show my history
They show my history (Oh)
They show my history (They show my history)
I think I'm history (Is this the end of me?)
I think I'm history (I don't wanna go, yeah)
I think I'm history (Oh, yeah)
I think I'm history (Oh, no)
I keep quiet, let it build up, and kill me
And I'm so borin', I think I would rather listen in
I can't cope with life, I'm done, I think I'm history
Take a glance outside the window, and it's glistenin'
Yeah, it's glistenin' (Uh), yeah, it's glistenin'
Outside the window, outside the window
Outside the window, oh, oh-whoa
